Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 2324 Monster

The heavens split open violently, unleashing a multitude of star-sized blazing red eyes that glared down as if scrutinizing a swarm of ants far below.

Twisting black shadows writhed around each of these crimson eyes, resembling limbs that possessed wills of their own.

In a flash, every one of these eyes fixed upon Dyon, flashing with contemptuous sparks. They viewed not a man, but a mere insect overreaching its bounds. Yet right then, Dyon lifted his gaze upward.

A collective tremor seized thousands of void beasts simultaneously. It felt like they had glimpsed something that dragged their souls into infernal depths. Their scorn vanished, supplanted by an urge to escape to the universe's remotest corners, vowing never to return here.

Still, their desires lay beyond their command.

For the first time, the Immortals witnessed void beasts betraying any emotion. These were clearly no ordinary void beasts—at minimum seventh grade, probably eighth or ninth. Such beings could unleash devastation across hundreds of star segments with a single emergence.

Though they had shattered the void to loom overhead in overwhelming dominance, fear now defined them most strikingly.

Just then, the enormous red eyes started quivering uncontrollably. This wasn't their doing. Soon it grew evident that a far vaster presence was descending.

BANG!

A deluge of blood poured from above as countless red-eyed void beasts exploded into a tempest of scarlet.

Dyon gazed steadily into the heavens, letting bloody droplets trace the lines of his striking features. Throughout, his expression remained utterly serene. Without the surrounding carnage, no one would guess his inner fury boiled over.

Agonized shrieks echoed across the battlefield. Even for the Sapientia, void beast blood acted like poison, scorching skin and charring flesh and bone.

Yet Dyon endured the downpour without a twitch.

Each crimson drop hitting him vaporized into black mist, burning his skin before fading. In perpetual torment, his flesh eroded ceaselessly. Before long, his chiseled visage twisted into something nightmarish.

"DAD!"

Alauna's cry pierced from across the field. She strained to charge ahead, but Ri and Luna gripped her fiercely, holding the child back.

"I have to go!"

She thrashed harder, yet what chance did she have against even Nazaire joining to restrain her?

"Little Sister, just watch." Nazaire murmured gently.

"But dad…!"

"Let him vent." Nazaire responded.

"You call this venting?! He's going to die!"

Nazaire glanced at his junior brothers, and they erupted in unified laughter, fueling Alauna's rage further.

Their chuckles carried a trace of sorrow, yet that grief drowned beneath a frenzy unique to the Nameless Immortal God's followers.

"Master is invincible!"

Nazaire, Pjisel, Bahaman, and Bowaye declared together, their battle fervor surging skyward.

Nothing could topple their master. He stood as existence's sole unchanging truth. Triumph was his eternal guarantee.

As for the current chaos? They felt even surer. Their master was merely unleashing.

Exactly. How dare these foes touch their Mistress? For her torment, they deserved torment a thousand times over—no, a million times worse.

Alauna's heart twisted sharper with their ongoing mirth. It seemed the four had slipped into insanity, crafting their own delusion of victory. What fantasy surpassed their master's triumph?

But would reality align?

His adversaries outnumbered him vastly. Even those who surfaced in terror fell to a superior force that sacrificed the timid ones, wielding their vital blood against their Master.

The bloodstorm blanketed everything inescapably, spanning millions of miles and dyeing the void in endless crimson.

Every forming droplet claimed yet another soul.

This might have thinned Dyon's remaining foes, but then a shocking shift unfolded.

Fallen Sapientia, writhing in torment, staggered upright anew, crimson mist shrouding their forms. Dull red gleams filled their eyes as their presences exploded upward. It was like they ignited their blood essence en masse, craving only Dyon's downfall with them.

Then the culprit behind it all revealed itself.

It took eye form once more, but now golden.

A lone reptilian slit ran top to bottom like a colossal blade gash, exuding savage might that amplified the exploding void beast rain exponentially.

Its sheer scale eclipsed galaxies, golden irises shimmering with innumerous star-like glints.

By now, Dyon's face had vanished entirely, eroded to a jet-black skull. Twin black flames blazed in his sockets, stabbing skyward to lock with the golden eye, devoid of any dread.

Provoked, the eye narrowed sharply.

PENG!

The spectacle stunned all.

A golden qi beam lanced downward. Every hundred miles traversed rippled concentric voids, stacking unstable qi layers like pulverizing celestial halls.

"DAD!"

The qi swallowed Dyon whole, hurling him through endless dark. With the mortal plane shattered, directions blurred utterly. All witnessed the once-dominant Nameless Immortal God humbled.

Defectors to the First White Mother and Abraxus sensed their dread ease faintly. After Ysabell's pathetic end, even they pondered their own doom. Could they resist better? Against him directly, wouldn't they perish just as swiftly?

Dyon feebly parried the beam with one forearm raised overhead, shielding like from sunlight.

Each aerial foothold shattered another spatial layer, flinging him anew. The strike seemed aimed not to slay, but to crush him down, grind his pride until he bowed.

Black voids in his sockets stared blankly upward. Though skinless, his indifference shone clear. Was it hubris, or utter apathy to life and death?

When the beam halted, Dyon tumbled light years distant. Cracks spiderwebbed his ebony bones, slithering through remnants like racing vipers.

With flesh gone, no blood spewed, yet his state screamed defeat.

One skeletal grip clutched Reaper, a rainbow chain coiled the other arm. Tattered cloth scraps draped him like a freshly risen cadaver.

He strode skyward, steps deliberate and languid, yet spanning vast gulfs each time.

But nearing the golden eye again, another golden pillar smashed him down. Shards of space and void qi trailed like mournful butterflies at his fall.

The First White Mother observed blankly. Assessing, she nodded subtly.

"Leave it to the supreme. Kill the rest of them."

"I wouldn't advise that just yet." Abraxus interjected calmly.

The First White Mother scowled, but Abraxus pressed on steadily.

"Your current reincarnation is still too young. You weren't yet alive when he had already become famous. By the time you became my disciple, he had already lost much of his sharpness.. No, it is more accurate to say that he had already sheathed much of it.

"If you want to win this, you'd better be prepared to sacrifice a hundred times this amount."

Abraxus' words sent shivers through listeners. Who understood Dyon like his master? If he claimed it so… it was so…

Yet eyeing Dyon, he appeared done for. Fleshless, only his Death God constitution sustained an Immortal like him. His bones teetered on collapse too. If Titan Diamond Body flesh vaporized, what of Death God bones?

Still, Abraxus grasped reality.

His flesh? Dyon had entered Fate Silk Realm. Its essence defied simple explanation. Flesh could reform at will now.

Why remain bare then? Why let corrosive rain dissolve skin? Why permit the golden eye to obliterate remnants?

Simple.

He craved monstrosity. He yearned to shed humanity. He desired their hearts gripped by terror, veins iced with chill, souls racked by agony…

SSSSSSKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Ferocious black flames erupted around Dyon. Like deadly toxin, they devoured the golden pillar, climbing at impossible velocity. Matching the beam's descent, flames raced twice as fast, striking the golden pupil instantly.

BANG!

KKUUUUUAAAAAAAAAA

A gory rent pierced the golden pupil.

Dyon rocketed upward, plunging into the ravaged flesh gap. Black flames flickered within the void beast, sapping its vitality swiftly. Nearing demise, Dyon showed no mercy.

He discarded Reaper aside, seizing blazing flesh chunks and tearing them asunder with charred bony claws.

Survivors of this day etched the horror indelibly.

It mirrored a galaxy rent by mortal hands. A star-segment ravager proved flimsier than parchment, its screeches shattering skies.

Golden ichor cascaded, flooding the field in golden streams, seas, pools. Drifting without gravity, it lent undue beauty to this climactic clash.

Unsated, Dyon snatched Reaper midair. His presence surged heavenward, hurling the bisected corpse halves apart.

In a blur, thousands of slashes diced the remains into reeking morsels.

SSSKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE

Dyon plunged into the foe ranks below. Now, who looked more warped by bloodrain—him or the Sapientia?

He abandoned Reaper to a corpse puppet's grasp. He craved tearing them apart personally.

His chain whipped out, skewering slain warriors onto an ever-lengthening thread. Some impaled ear-to-ear, others mouth-to-nape, more jaw-to-crown.

Opponents' dread intensified manifold.

What demon was this? Worth wounding his wife?

Barring blood-mutated Sapientia, all quaked. Was this human? Such ruin from one soul?

"Haven, it might be your turn to step up, don't you think?" Abraxus remarked casually.

Haven's face soured. They knew defection demanded action. Refusal impossible. Their forces crippled, Abraxus spared his paramour, leaving them.

Even so, chills invaded their veins.

Watching Dyon shred Immortal Gods barehanded like tissue froze their blood.

The Sprite Hegemon advanced, qi harmonizing with the air. Like Celestial Beasts and Heaven's Children, Heavens' favored—they wouldn't crumble like Elves.

"I knew that you would be a scourge, but Abraxus truly raised such an evil incarnation. For the sake of the Heavens, I, Haven, will lay you to rest."

A Supreme Ancestor's majesty blazed. Haven's sword soul and four elements swirled as he phased ethereal to solid.

Simultaneously, red-eyed void beasts tore skies anew, heeding prior folly, shunning cowardice. More shockingly, golden-eyed reinforcements descended wrathfully from above.

Mortal Empire allies wept freely. Alauna, barely contained, rasped from endless cries.

Nearby, the 25th White Mother clutched her chest. Beside her loomed a man over two meters, demonic aura radiating, dragon horns curling from his brow—Dyon's little brother Zaire's father, her spouse.

Since Dyon's return, she sensed his shift via feminine instinct, relinquishing master status.

How not to feel dwarfed by his power? By Abraxus' might? Her Ancestor merely his Third Sister…

Though accepting fate, her heart ached. Distant as he grew, she saw him as her son still.

Watching her deemed-superior master betray him, her Ancestor stab her First Brother… fury consumed her.

25th White Mother title, lifelong pride, Celestial Beast Clan revival dream…

She felt culpable somehow.

This 25th White Mother mantle… she rejected it now…

A tear traced her pale gaze.

When the White Mother shed tears, Heavens mourned too.